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Ye Beicheng leaned against the sofa and watched Jingya staring at the book. She was so focused and quiet, like a light flower. Her every movement exuded a charming charm.

"If I sit next to you, will you really be able to calm down and read?" Ye Beicheng couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, that's fine …" Jingya nodded slightly, her gaze not shifting to him